"Izanami, do you really know what you are doing?"
Black Cat gradually lost its patience.
Writing pure love fluff was just work, tearing things down ruthlessly was Life.
Besides, the novelist had originally written tragic stories.
"Call me Novelist. I am well aware, to hear the truth in the morning and die in the evening would be enough."
The novelist said firmly.
"I see, you want to take the path of emotional narrative."
Black Cat suddenly said.
"Emotional narrative progresses quickly, but it's a narrow path. Are you sure about this?"
It asked.
"Your path is a broad avenue, yet it has been over two hundred years since a narrator emerged."
The novelist countered.
"Narrator, narrator, sigh~"
Black Cat heaved a long sigh, and the other Platinum Authors also looked troubled.
As an author, becoming a narrator was their ultimate goal.
But since the Metropolis kept records, there had been only a few narrators.
